Posts tagged ‘Wife’

April 16, 2014

late night posting

by jhon baker

Lying in bed and finding typing difficult to do with any sense of rhythm.

I have Clifford Brown queued up on the iPod and Dawkins as my nighttime reading.

I type now, in the dark, by touch alone.

Medications have been taken and callouses removed, Ruger LC9 on the nightstand – I am naked ready for action.

My nails are long and the moon, nearly full, is no longer blood, calling for the end of times.

I rest easy – thinking long thoughts about David Ignatow, Russia, and the wars in general.  I am not a purveyor of the selfie or silly quizzes though I take them out of boredom. I am heavy bored because I lack inner resources. Thank you John Berryman.

My wife wears too many clothes.

 

 

April 12, 2014

beautiful day

by jhon baker

TO NOBODY:

Sitting on the back porch for the second time this year and today the weather isn’t necessitating my normal hoodie. Coffee, cigarettes and my wife in and out cooking dinner while the boy practices his instruments. I didn’t ride today and should have but was too shaken by my car deciding to accelerate by itself and smashing into another vehicle. No injuries, no damage – just an unsafe car which has found its way, by tow truck, back to the dealer where they will find nothing wrong. My electrical lemon. It is time to rid myself of this car and go with something used with a bed or nothing at all and rely on my cycle to get me around.

I need a cathartic experience

something beyond the rapture

of the faithful.

Time passes without thought and I am still here – now sitting in the dark and typing by touch alone. At least there are my glasses and the wildlife which makes noise out of range of sight to let me know I am not alone.

The asshole neighbor yells at the feral cats like they can understand his anger at having cats as wild animals in addition to the plethora of other wildlife in the area. We need to protect our garbage cans from all sorts of creatures – possibly including the asshole neighbor.

Past my sons bedtime and it is my turn to read to him, cuddle close and enjoy it while he is still just young enough to want it. nearly too old for the closeness of his parents. This depresses me immensely as I think it does his mother. And there will be no more.

“five dogs went into the wildreness

only three came back

two died of guinea worm

and one died of you

Jack Kerouac”  – Hunter Thompson

We want our children to be sensitive to poetry but not become poets. My son is a musician and I’m not sure if that’s better. But his talent surpasses mine and anyone I know – I light another cigarette – so he can teach, perform, become famous or whatever he wants – he can be the most musically talented garbage man –

garbage men are the real poets anyway.

and my fucking car won’t work.

– Me

 

April 25, 2012

sun and moon

by jhon baker

never write when it rains, it always ends up about the rain so I start with the rain and end it with…

I watch my wife shave her legs and remain hidden, covered by the bathroom door.

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September 13, 2011

just in case you didn’t see it on FB

by jhon baker

My love,

though we’ve been married nine years now – I’ve not had enough of you,
I may never have enough of you,
I may never be satiated by your lips, your face, your body beautiful.
I want you now, I want you always – I will never stop loving you, not even at nothing.
Allow me to hold your heart forever in my hands and I shall walk slowly, deliberately so as not to disturb our ever seeded affections, our ever strengthening love.
Happy Anniversary my love.
– your melancholic man

 

July 21, 2011

This is the title for this post.

by jhon baker

Why do I look at my wife firstly every morning and often at night while I am awake and she is sleeping?

Because she is beautiful and I love beauty.

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Enjoying hot coffee in this terrible heat and there is no inspiration except for this heat which, like rain, I nearly refuse to write about. Lately there have been a lot of really wonderful comments and I would like to thank you and tell you how humbled I am by them.

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I’ve decided that my post today would be mildly erratic.

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My most real and available friends are all ones I’ve met through this internet thingy. Also, it is night while I read your post and it is so muggy outside while I am trying to smoke that my glasses fog, my computer is wetting with condensation and my ukulele is warping out of tune.

(that was written two nights ago)

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in 2010 I wrote a lot about death as last year there was death experienced.

such as

life ends

life ends abruptly.

the shadow ceases.

loss is registered but

life goes on,

indelicately as it

must.

– Hoc Scripsi

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